"H-m! You think this dame was a society sort?"
"Probably. He was undoubtedly going away with her; and a man of his stamp doesn't often elope with a woman of the other type."
"True enough! Well, I'll get you what dope I can."
"I want it all. I'm afraid this is going to resolve itself into a contest of elimination. The city is buzzing about the case to-day, and it ought to be pretty easy to get hold of a world of gossip concerning Warren's love-affairs—provided he had any. Everybody's concerned over the identity of that woman, and every woman Warren has ever been mixed up with, even in the most innocuous way, is going to be dragged into the case."
Carroll made his way from headquarters direct to the consolidated railroad ticket office. He introduced himself to the chief clerk and stated his business. The other showed keen interest.
"The tickets were sold to him in this office, Mr. Carroll. This young man here sold them."
Carroll smiled genially at the skinny young chap who bustled forward importantly, proud of his temporary spotlight position.
"You sold some tickets to Roland Warren?"
"Yes, sir."
"When?"